Superwoman...not

So, I've recently come to the understanding that I'm not superwoman. I will never be superwoman. Most importantly, I don't wish to be superwoman.

Who am I?

I'm a wife, mother and friend--and sometimes even a writer. As such, I make mistakes. 

I have bad days,

lazy days,

binge days,

bitchy days, 

thoughtless days,

stupid days, 

and tearful days.

Sometimes the dishes pile up.

Sometimes the sock drawer is empty.

Sometimes I screw up the checking account. 

Sometimes I forget the important things my kids say.

I can and will say stupid things to my friends.

I can and will forget there's a life outside of my characters.

I can and will miss birthdays and anniversaries.

Here's the the thing. 

I'm not perfect, nor will I ever be perfect. But that's okay, because I'm only human.

I'm thankful to have surrounded myself with people who understand me--the real me.

I'm thankful my kids think I'm the best mom in the world.

I'm thankful my husband thinks I hung the moon.

I'm thanful my mom drags me out of my house from time to time.

I'm thankful my family supports my passion for writing erotic romance.

The thing is, Anne Rainey isn't all bad.

I was raised to be kind to others. 

To be respectful and understanding.

To say those two all important phrases:

"I'm sorry" and "Thank you".

I do and will admit when I'm wrong.

I do and will try and make it right.

I do and will go the extra mile for my family.

I do and will go the extra mile for my friends.

I do and will pray for my loved ones.

I do and will pray for those who hate me.

No, I'm not superwoman. 

I will rework my schedule if it means helping my brother with an article he's writing.

I will scrape my pennies together if it means giving a friend a gift she couldn't afford herself.

I will pick up stray animals on the road and give them a good and loving home.

I will use my royalty money to buy my husband that saw he's wanted for so long.

  I will defend my friends and family, even if it means bringing myself a bucket-load of grief.

I will help my fellow writers, because I know they'd help me.

I will speak out for what I beleive in, no matter the cost to myself.

No, I'm not superwoman.

I am... 

a wife, mother and friend--and sometimes even a writer.